~ Chapter VI:
Original Pub Date: 3/11/03
Series: There (#6)
Spoilers: Season one
Summary: Clark and Lex at the penthouse, cont'd (finally). <g>
Clark's POV / Number 6 in the THERE series / Companion piece to There In
Author Notes: So many people encouraged this one, and I just want to thank
you all for your unwavering support of the There series, and of me. You
guys are so patient and forgiving, even after nearly 6 months. Special
thanks to Dana, Philtre, Soap, Kathryn and Ilexa, without whom this fic
wouldn't have happened. This series is forever and always dedicated to
Goss, who introduced me to slash and made me dance. // O.I. tonight
Archiving: SSA, Symbiosis (courtesy of the lovely Amandajane) &
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I wouldn't be writing about this, I'd be
doing it. Well... okay, at least I'd be watching it.
Feedback: One thing we should have all learned from Lex Luthor by now:
"You meet Chloe for lunch, I'll take the helicopter to the plant and back,
and we'll meet here at six and order dinner in."
Lex pulled on his jacked and smiled at Clark's reflection as he adjusted
his tie in the foyer mirror.
Clark stood still, just staring back at Lex, a small smile curving on his
lips as he took in every inch of his lover.
He blinked and shook his head quickly, reaching into the dish on the table
in front of them, retrieving the keys. "Sounds like a plan to me."
"A day to explore Metropolis on your own - it won't be so bad, will it?"
"No, it's fine, Lex. We can't be together every minute." Clark looked
sideways at Lex, smiling. "And I'm not two, you know?"
Lex turned, milking the move for every ounce of drama. "I'm hurt, Clark!
You're not going to miss me today?"
Clark shrugged, "I think I can manage."
"Just remember that when Chloe's blubbering on your shoulder, begging you
not to be gay." Lex's voice was tinged with acid.
"Chloe doesn't blubber. Besides, she's not as bad as your father." Clark
slid the penthouse keys into Lex's jacket pocket, then held out the wallet
Lex had left on the dresser. "You're the one who's going to be missing me, if you can tear yourself away from work long enough."
"This is important, Clark. You know that." Lex frowned into the mirror,
then bumped his shoulder into Clark's. "Besides, you're not two,
Clark instantly regretted the comment, and grinned but didn't feel it,
then started talking to fill the awkward silence. "So, we're agreed that
Chloe should know that we're together, and that we're keeping a low
profile until we can tell my parents and..." Clark grimaced at the
ceiling, looking for the words Lex had used.
"She's not to breathe a word upon penalty of death."
Clark turned, leaning back on the small table, one hand absently reaching
to straighten the tie that Lex had just set askew. "Right. Okay, I can do
Lex smiled and smoothed his collar down. "You can do this, Clark.
Hell, I wish I had it as easy."
"Jeez, Lex. I'm sorry - I know you're worried about the plant. Your dad's
probably just blowing smoke. He likes to keep you guessing."
"Don't be too sure. He's very good at getting what he wants." Lex stepped
away, pulling the keys from his pocket and tossing them back to Clark, who
caught them despite his immediate protests. "That's your set, Clark."
Clark's mouth dropped open and Lex grinned at him, pulling his own set of
keys from his left pocket, shaking them just a little. "Left-handed.
Clark looked down in his hand and saw the same keychain Lex had tried to
give him in the Talon, when he'd first offered the penthouse to him.
The sound of the door opening pulled his attention back to Lex, who raised
his eyebrows at him. "See you at six."
Before Clark could find the words, Lex was gone, replaced by the penthouse
door staring him starkly in the face.
"Chloe Sullivan, please."
"Yeah, sugar, I got that one. What's yours?"
"Oh, sorry. Clark Kent. I'm her-"
The receptionist chewed her face as she thumbed the button on her
intercom. "Miss Sullivan, there's someone tall, dark and handsome to see
The blue-shadowed eyes batted at him and Clark turned away, walking
towards the door Chloe had come out of on their last visit to the Planet.
Her blonde mop bounced through the door a fraction of a second later and
Clark grabbed her arm, all but dragging her out of the building.
"What's with the smash and grab job, Clark? You in a hurry to get
somewhere?" Chloe yanked her jacket back in place and planted herself on
the sidewalk, hands on her hips, waiting for an answer.
Clark sighed and let go of her, smoothing her sleeve back into place.
"That receptionist bugs me."
"Oh yeah, beautiful woman, flirting with you. That must be torture." Chloe
could make a living teaching expressions, and the `yeah, right' eye-roll
was one of Clark's favorites.
"I don't-" He would have finished, but Chloe was already giggling and
walking away, towards a cafe at the corner.
"Come on, tall, dark and handsome, lemme buy you a coffee."
Inside, she ordered two of her usual. She must've forgotten his favorite,
and that was just fine with him. Maybe it was a sign that she was moving
on. Something in his chest relaxed, but when he swallowed, there was a
lump in his throat.
"Chloe, listen, about me and Lex-"
Chloe was already shaking her head, cutting him off. "Mum's the word,
Clark, I swear. The last thing you need at the beginning of a relationship
is someone demanding an explanation. And don't bother going into details
for my benefit. I don't want to know how it happened."
She said it mid-sip and Clark choked on his coffee, coughing and wiping
his chin. "You don't?"
Chloe's mischievous smile lit up her face, and Christ, it was easy to see
her beauty when she was just shining like that. "Well... maybe
someday. But for now? No. I do feel a little better about the dance
He knew he must look ridiculous - six feet, four inches of meek - as he
slumped in his chair, hanging his head. "Yeah, I've been meaning to talk
to you about that."
"Right, Clark. In between cleaning up the farm and vacationing with Lex,
there just wasn't time to call and apologize for leaving me standing there
in - Jesus Christ - was I wearing pink taffeta? I would have left me there
too." She scoffed into her coffee and took another sip, hiding a flush
that Clark was sure was a betrayal of something else.
He sat up a little, leaning forward on the table, bringing their heads
closer together. There was just no way to apologize for being gay, and he
really didn't want to. But this wasn't about him and Lex, it was about
bumbling over Chloe on his way to Lex.
"I should have said something before then, but I was still..."
"Trying to fit the mold?" Chloe pressed a plastic lid onto her coffee and
tore the little tab back, flipping it between her fingers as she spoke.
"I get it, Clark. No excuses, okay? I don't mind that I was your beard -
let's just not make a habit of it, okay?"
"Yeah. But Chloe? I'm sorry. I kind of..." Clark reached across the table
and touched her hand. "...Steamrolled you. I didn't mean to."
Chloe's hand curled into his own, her fingers delicate and soft despite
her tough exterior. She was a princess in tomboy's clothing, and he'd
known it for years. Loved that most about her maybe.
"And I was totally oblivious to the fact that you're gay. I think we're
even." She grinned wide, the same smile he'd known since he was a kid, the
one he'd spent hours of his life trying to eek out of her during tough
times. Maybe she could never be more than this, but this, this was
He rubbed his thumb gently over the back of her small hand. "I love you,
Her smile relaxed, faltered just a little, then she shook her head and
smiled wide. "I love you too, Clark Kent."
For a moment, he felt a rush of peace, of the pure fulfillment of
connecting and being wholly understood by another person. And then she
slid her hand from under his and reached down to retrieve her purse from
"I have to get back, Clark. Fifteen minute coffee breaks, can you believe
that? It not even enough time to ingest enough caffeine to make it to the
next one." She raised her cup at him, took a quick drink and stood. "Call
me before you leave for home, okay? If I have more notice, I can get maybe
get an afternoon off." And then she turned, walking towards the door.
She didn't stop and turn back to him and he almost called to her again,
but the noise of the city outside was muffled as the door closed behind
her. He watched her walk away, chin high and jaw set. As she stepped out
of sight, she slid her sunglasses on.
Clark wandered the streets of Metropolis somewhat aimlessly for most of
the afternoon, always sure to keep his beacon in sight - the Daily Planet
building. The skyscrapers towered above him, shutting out the blue of the
sky and emphasizing the claustrophobia of the city. He walked through the
city park, up to the long row of museums and theatres, then made his way
across Met U's campus, back towards downtown. The air was thicker along
the streets, a sickly sweet and chalky taste to it, and it sat on his
tongue even after he stepped inside the filtered air of Lex's building.
Lex wouldn't be home for another hour, so he would have time to get
cleaned up, wash off the city grit. As he walked to the elevator, the
concierge stepped up to him and stopped him with a hand extended for
"Good afternoon, Mr. Kent. I'm Roger Anderson. Mr. Luthor has asked me to
personally deliver a message to you."
Clark shook his hand, then raised an eyebrow at him and tucked his hands
into his jeans pockets. "Okay."
The man led Clark to the side and ducked his head, insuring that only he
and Clark would hear the message. "Mr. Luthor wished for you to know that
he will not be returning from his business trip tonight. I'm to provide
any assistance you might require, and he will return to Metropolis
Clark caught himself staring silently at a marble tile and shook his head.
"Thank you, Mr. Anderson. I'll let you know if I need anything, but I'm
sure I won't."
They crossed the lobby to the elevator and the concierge reached out to
hold the door open as Clark stepped inside. "Please give Mr. Luthor my
best when he returns tomorrow."
The uniformed elevator attendant didn't budge, his hands crossed neatly in
front of him in his ever-statuesque position. Clark ignored him for the
moment, attention on Mr. Anderson, who seemed pretty damn eager to be of
assistance to `Mr. Luthor's' guest. Lex must be paying extra for that.
One gloved finger pressed the button for the penthouse and the doors
dinged closed in front of him. He rode silently up, thanked the attendant
and waited until the doors slid closed before falling back against the
wall of the hallway.
It had to be bad if Lex would leave him alone like this. He knew that
Clark could be in Smallville tonight, too, so his message was more than a
courtesy. It was a request to stay away, a gentle but adamant order not to
join him in Smallville tonight.
Clark shook his head and slipped the key into the lock, walking into the
silence that waited for him. It was too quiet, and he grabbed the remote,
flipping through half the channels before giving up and turning the TV off
again, tossing the remote onto the couch. He went to the kitchen, rifling
through the fridge and seeing nothing even remotely appetizing. He closed
the door on too much health food and pressed his forehead against the cool
metal door of the fridge. It had been a hot day, and he felt coated with
the stench of the city, metallic and burnt smells clinging to him.
He'd take a shower, then decide how to kill the night alone. The bedroom
was cavernous without Lex in it, without his jacket on the back of the
desk chair and his briefcase by the wall. It felt like a hotel, not a
Clark flopped back onto the bed and jerked a pillow over his face. He
should have stayed in bed this morning. And now he had all night to kill,
not just an hour. He sighed and inhaled the subtle flavor of Lex that
lingered on the pillow covering his face. Just that, just the smell of Lex
now... it was enough to tighten his jeans.
He shifted his hips, inhaling again, groaning his exhalation into the thin
fabric and soft down. It was just one night; he'd live. Besides, God only
knew what Lex was dealing with just then - probably some massive problem
at the plant that would leave Lex no room for thoughts like the ones Clark
He tossed the pillow against the headboard and sighed. "Jesus, Kent, get a
grip." He pushed off the bed and headed for the bathroom, stripping his
shirt off and throwing it to the floor as he went. He couldn't do that
when Lex was here. He also couldn't go through the medicine cabinet,
pulling the caps off various toiletries and smelling them to find Lex's
scent in the liquids and lotions. It wasn't in any of the little bottles,
Lex's toothbrush lay on the edge of the sink next to his own, a reminder
more harsh than the leftover Lex-scent on the pillow. He snatched a towel
from the rack and threw it over the shower wall, peeled off his shoes,
socks and jeans and stepped inside. He went to work, sluicing the smog and
city dust off of his skin, steam tendrils curling out over the shower
walls and frosting the mirror until his wavy reflection disappeared
entirely. He turned his back to the sprays, his hands curling on the metal
bars as they had a week before when he hadn't been alone, when he'd
realized he never wanted to be alone again.
The rush of the water on his skin only served to numb his mind, and all
thoughts turned to Lex, narrowing and wrapping around and around until he
was dizzy with the red-orange heat of Lex's face burning behind his
eyelids. He squeezed his eyes tighter against the deluge of thoughts and
water and reached for the faucet, turning the shower off.
Effectively cut off from tempting memories and creature comfort, he ran
open hands down his arms and legs, down his chest and stomach, swiping the
excess water away before reaching for the towel and wrapping it around his
The hair on his arms and legs clung to his skin, small rivulets of water
flowing down the lines and paths of muscle. He scrubbed dry - working fast
so his body wouldn't mistake the touches for something more intimate.
Funny how the separation of mind and body could be so hard to achieve
In the bedroom, he dug through his bag for a moment, then smiled as a pair
of Lex's boxers caught his eye. They must've gotten mixed up with his
things one morning. Clark took the folded boxers to the dresser and tucked
them neatly into the top drawer, careful to close it completely so Lex
would never guess he'd had them. It would look so young for him to
be in possession of something as obviously souvenir-like as a pair of
Lex's underwear. He didn't need them anyway. Not tonight, that was for
sure. He'd decided in the shower to try out some of Lex's habits, to see
if they fit, while he had the rare gift of complete solitude.
He'd never slept nude before this weekend; never really had the chance
under his parent's roof or the inclination to try it in the barn. But Lex
slept nude every night as far as Clark knew, and it seemed to suit him
Clark pulled back the comforter and slid into bed, then reached under the
covers and pulled the towel from around his waist, tossing it across the
The cool, clean slide of the sheets against his skin struck him as
liberating and made him want to stretch. He flexed his muscles and reached
up, grasping the headboard and stretching his body from head to toe. He
groaned loudly with the relief of pulled, taut muscles finally going slack
as the stretch ended and he sank into the bed. The friction against the
smooth fabric was calling to him, and he turned on his side to avoid any
further contact with the one part of him he knew wouldn't be satisfied
The pillow under his head was his own, but he caught another hint of Lex
on it and turned his face just a little, mashing his nose into the spot.
He closed his eyes and scooted across the bed, back onto Lex's pillow,
this time pressing his face into it until he saw nothing but blue behind
his closed eyes. "God, Lex..."
His own voice sounded sexy and rough, muffled by pillow, dripping with
desire, edged with desperation. He rolled onto his belly and wriggled down
into the almost imperceptible indentation that told him Lex always slept
on this side of the bed, even when he didn't have company. The sheet was
tight over his heels and he kicked up, yanking it out of its hospital
corners and bending his leg as he turned his head from the scent and
opened his eyes.
Lex's current book was lying on the bedside table, a page dog-eared out of
some old college habit, Clark guessed. He reached over, running his
fingers over the smooth, glossy cover, then down over the pages. The red
of the cover reflected in the empty glass that always sat there, waiting
for Lex's nighttime drink of water.
Clark sighed and ran his finger along the rim.
The phone startled him out of his dazed worship, making him knock over the
empty glass and clumsily push the book to the floor in his effort to get
the receiver. The loud ringing still cut through the silence and echoed in
his ears as he put the phone to his ear. "Hello?"
"Hoped I'd find you there."
"Lex, hi! I was just-"
"Thinking about me?"
"How'd you- wait, this isn't the same line as the other phone, is it? I
didn't hear that one ring."
"No, this is my line. You answered on the first ring, though. You're in
"At eight o'clock. Are you okay? Did something happen?"
"Chloe kind of... she's okay with us, but it was weird."
"It'll take awhile, Clark. She's nursing some pretty deep wounds, I
"I know." Clark shook his head; he hated putting her through this, even if
it wasn't his fault. "She won't tell though - she was really great about
"You know, if she doesn't tell anyone, she'll be the first reporter who
earns my trust." Lex laughed. "And my gratitude."
"Her lips are sealed, trust me."
Clark sighed into the phone, "I wish you were here."
Silence gave him too much time to think about Chloe in that coffee shop,
brave and forgiving. He shoved the thought from his mind and concentrated
on Lex. "Was it as bad as you thought it would be at the plant today?"
Clark cringed at the word, picking up on the stress in Lex's voice.
"Tomorrow will be better. We can stay in all night."
"Stay in, huh? I like the way you think."
Clark reached down and picked up the book, replacing it on the nightstand
and righting the glass. "Did you eat, Lex? You should eat; you'll feel
"Stop." It was short, a complete dismissal.
Clark mentally kicked himself for the nagging and tried to cover. "I
should talk. I didn't eat either. I was thinking about ordering pizza, but
I'm not really hungry."
"You really did have a bad day." Lex's laugh sugar-coated the
awkwardness and swallowed it whole.
"Shut up! I'm not always hungry, Lex. I mean, I do go hours
without eating sometimes."
Lex laughed just a little, then cleared his throat. "I'm sorry about
tonight. I have an early morning and I just thought this would be better.
I'm beginning to rethink that opinion though."
"I could be there in no time."
Lex scoffed. "Literally."
"Tempting, but we'd better not. Too many people might notice."
Clark swallowed the lump in his throat and held his breath, waiting.
"Were you asleep?" And there it was - that little change in tone that
Clark always listened for now, the one he took his cues from, the one that
meant Lex wasn't thinking about anything but him.
"No, I just got in bed." Naked, still a little damp, the sheet clinging to
him in places he didn't quite get dry. "I took a shower."
It sounded ludicrous, Jesus. But his tongue felt thick and embarrassment
dried his mouth.
"I could use one." And fuck, the thought of a sweaty, work-weary Lex was
almost as good as having him right there next to him.
"I'm on your side." Where did that come from? It was never good when
things just flew out of his mouth.
An incoherent noise made him cock his head at the phone, like he'd be able
to see Lex's reaction if he looked hard enough.
"Well, I should hope so."
"No, I'm on your side. Of the bed. You know, your side."
Lex's short "hmm" felt warm against his ear and Clark rolled onto
his back, sliding his feet up and down the soft sheets restlessly.
"It smells like you and I..." Clark's face flushed hotly against the cool
plastic of the phone, his fingers absently worrying the edge of the sheet.
He closed his eyes and waited, hoping Lex would find some comfortable
median and save him from himself.
"Put me on speakerphone."
Clark rolled back onto his side, thumbing the large oval button and
hanging up the receiver before he let himself consider why in the world
Lex would want him to do it. "Okay, but -"
"You have both hands free now."
It was too obvious, and Lex said it with too much forced patience. Clark
sat up on the bed, swinging his legs over the side and digging his toes
into the carpet.
He stood and headed for his towel, snatching it up to wrap it around his
waist. "Yeah, Lex. I'm here."
"What are you doing? You sound like you're across the room."
Clark crossed back to the phone, kneeling on the floor just in front of
it, the towel stretched taut over his thighs and the hem digging into his
belly. Lex needed bigger towels.
"I'm here, I was just getting... dressed... sort of." Clark licked his
lips and settled back, his heels pressing hard into his ass. He shifted,
but that just made things worse, so he moved back and tried to concentrate
on not saying anything stupid.
"Are you going somewhere?"
Lex's tease made him grin, and some of the tension melted away. He pushed
himself up off the floor and sat on the edge of the bed, elbows leaning on
his thighs, smiling. "No."
"Good." Lex's calm soothed Clark's nerves, grounded him a little. "Are you
back on the bed yet?"
"Yeah, I'm..." Clark kicked his legs up and tucked them under the covers,
reached down to adjust his towel and folded his hands behind his head as
he laid back down. "... I'm lying down again." Lex's breath was soft, but
Clark sought out the sound, closing his eyes to catch every tiny nuance.
He took a deep breath and smiled at his blushing boldness. "Where are
"Not on my own side, apparently." Lex's smirk traveled by fiber optic
too. Clark smiled wide enough for Lex to hear.
The pause crackled with the distance between them, and Clark twined a
stray string from the edge of the sheet between his fingers.
When the silence was broken, Clark jumped just a little.
"Clark, I'd like you to do something for me." It barely sounded like Lex
at all, his voice a low, unpolished version of Lex's.
He knew what the something was going to be, but he took a deep
breath and pretended not to. "Uh-huh?"
"What did you put on?"
"A towel." Clark swallowed his embarrassment, his hand tightening on the
comforter. He wanted to try this, didn't know how to even begin to resist
Lex's voice. He searched for an excuse that would make this seem less
contrived. "It's a little wet."
A small laugh, like Lex knew Clark was just as desperate for this
and knew too that he was trying to make it all less awkward. "Take it off,
"Right." Clark reached under the covers, not daring to look down at
himself as he slipped the towel from around his waist and dropped it over
the side of the bed. "Okay, it's... off."
"Close your eyes." It was soft, almost a whisper.
Clark obeyed, surprised by the liberation just that made him feel. He
tucked one hand under the covers and traced slow lines up and down his
thigh, careful not to move his hips. The small line of potential friction
that the sheet presented by lying against his cock was too much to allow
himself without Lex's permission.
"Okay, they're closed."
The phone crackled again, and Clark swore he heard Lex take a long, deep
"You have to be my hands, Clark." He'd known it was coming and still, he
felt the words heating low in his belly.
"Tell me what you feel."
It sounded easy, but Clark hesitated and he pulled his hand from beneath
the sheet and lifted it to his face. Lex always started with kisses. He
licked out to wet two fingers, then drew them slowly across his lips. "I
want to kiss you - I miss your mouth."
The silence lasted too long, and Clark opened his eyes and looked at the
phone to make sure the light was still on, to make sure he wasn't alone.
"I'm right here, Clark. Keep going."
He sighed as quietly as he could and closed his eyes again, forcing the
tension from his neck and shoulders as he sank down into Lex's pillow. A
wet lock of hair tickled by his eye and he pushed it back quickly, then
froze with the confused sensation of his own fingers grazing his scalp.
Lex always touched his hair, his face. He hadn't really noticed it before
He slipped his fingertips down the rough growth on his cheek and jaw.
"I need a shave." Clark traced his jaw-line down to his chin, then brushed
the back of his hand back up his cheek, tilting his face into the caress.
His fingers were damp from his hair and painted cool streaks over his
forehead and down the bridge of his nose. He hesitated for just a moment
before lifting his chin to meet them, kissing them gently. "My hair's
still a little wet and... Jesus, I want you here, Lex."
"I know. Keep going. Your chest." Not impatient, but anxious. Tense.
Clark tried to ignore the embarrassment that tightened as he touched his
chest, one arm lazily lying above his head on the pillow, fingertips
brushing the cool wood headboard. He traced slow, long streaks back and
forth, grazing his nipples but too shy to pause on them, his hand inching
downward over his stomach as he listened to Lex's quickening breath.
"It's smooth, warm...soft." He stopped and sighed as his fingertips
tickled low on his belly. "This is weird, Lex. I can't-"
"You don't have to. It's me, not you."
Clark's eyes blinked open at the simple dismissal of his inhibition and he
squeezed them shut again, following Lex's confidence all the way back over
the phone line. He took a deep breath and waited for Lex to tell him what
to do. The quiet seemed to feed his apprehension, and he fought against
it, finally breaking the silence himself when Lex didn't speak. "What do
"You're hard." Not even a hint of doubt in Lex's voice, and really, Clark
had none either.
He swallowed his shyness and wiped all hint of amusement from his
thoughts. "You are, too."
"Yes." The creak of leather filled Clark's ears as Lex shifted. "Clark,"
another movement and something brushed against the leather, "do something
Driven by the edge of desperation in Lex's voice, Clark kicked the sheet
down to the foot of the bed and licked his palm, wrapping his hand around
His left hand. The soft, warm skin felt foreign this way and he wondered
for a split second why he'd never thought to try this before.
It was the wrong angle, but he could work with it. He pushed up on his
elbows, yanking the pillows up behind him and folding them so he was
propped up. He imagined Lex lying behind him, his legs spread wide so
Clark could lie back between them. It worked, and Lex's hand slid around
and down over Clark's chest to wrap around his cock, moist and sure.
Lex's voice was closer now, whispering in his ear from Lex's place behind
him instead of rising from a machine on the nightstand. "Are you-"
"Yeah." Clark didn't want to hear the words, didn't want Lex to wreck his
fantasy by saying something too obvious. "My," Clark sucked in a breath
and groaned as he twisted his hand up his shaft, "My left hand."
"Fuck." Lex's moan vied with another noise, something loud and intrusive.
Clark turned his face towards the phone, grasping at the false intimacy
and wondering vaguely if Lex was okay.
"I'm still here. Just... just hang on a second."
Clark squirmed back into the pillows, his hand following a slow, easy
rhythm that meant Lex was in no hurry. Something muffled the phone and
Clark caught a few sparse words in the distance, then Lex was back.
"You didn't stop, did you?"
"No, I..." Clark arched his back a little, lifting his hips to meet his
hand. It wasn't easy to keep the rhythm regular with his wrong hand, and
he was aching for more, for no more interruptions. "Did you forget to lock
"Lift your legs up." Lex's voice was lower, his breath rasping on the line
The small doubt that slipped from Clark's throat must've made it all the
way to Smallville because before he could form a word, Lex was talking
"Don't think, just do it."
Clark raised his knees up to the sides of his chest, one hand curling over
one calf for balance. "Okay."
"Suck your finger - get it wet."
His hair pulled against the pillow as he shook his head. "Lex, I -"
Clark lifted his free hand to his mouth and slipped a finger inside,
swirling his tongue around it, licking the salt-taste, wetting it. As he
pulled it from his mouth, he bit lightly, the nerves of his fingertip
tingling with the sharp scrape of his teeth. "Okay."
"Now... I want inside." Fast and breathless.
Clark's hand froze in mid air, and he realized Lex could tell him to do
anything and he would obey. He groaned his frustration and tightened his
fist around his cock, trying to concentrate on the rhythm inside the warm
sheath and forget about what his other hand was about to do.
"Don't make me let go of your cock."
Clark jumped just a little at the threat, at the realization that if Lex
told him to stop fucking his fist, he'd have to. The head of his cock
brushed his forearm as he reached down between his thighs and he moaned,
biting his lip.
"Just let me slip inside..." Lex was quiet, sounded more coherent, more
focused than he had before and Clark let go of his fear, clinging to the
surety in Lex's voice.
The tip of his finger made contact and he circled the clenched hole, the
cool, wet fingertip pressing in gently at first, then with more
determination. He curled up, his neck straining and stomach muscles
flexing, then realized the effort was just adding to his tension and sank
back on the pile of pillows behind him, willing his mind to believe that
it was Lex he was lying back against. The coolness of the cotton was all
wrong - Lex's skin was warm - but the smoothness was right, and the angle
His nail scraped just a little and Clark groaned, twisting down into the
sensation, hooking his finger and pressing it further inside. He worked it
slowly in and out until his body yielded to his efforts, then he matched
the rhythms of his hands and tried to remember to breathe.
"God, this is..." The dry pull of his finger wasn't enough and he swiped
the end of cock with his thumb, then reached down to smear the slippery
liquid on his other fingers. Wrapping his hand back around his cock and
picking up where he left off, he slid another finger in beside the first,
turning and twisting them both easily with the renewed slickness.
"Lex..." He groaned, wanting to arch back, to relieve the coiled energy in
his chest and spine, but he couldn't, couldn't move from his perfect
preoccupation. His fingers fucked in and out faster to keep up with the
rocking of his hips, with the hand on his cock. "... I... fuck, I'm so
Lex's breath buzzed hard across the line and Clark tilted his head back,
willing that breath to blow warm and heavy into his ear.
"Stay with me, Clark. Tell me what it feels like."
"It's almost like..." Clark licked his lips and held his breath for a
second, letting the sensation spread through his body, grasping for the
control to still his movement and not finding it, not coming even close.
"... Like you're inside me."
"Yes, harder... let me fuck you." Lex's voice was a rough and gravelly
whisper. So fucking sexy.
"It's hard to breathe, I want..."
"I know, but don't stop. Don't open your eyes."
"... I want more, Jesus, I need more." Clark rubbed his head back against
the pillow, aching to have both arms and hands free to reach up and grip
the headboard for support. He worked his fingers deeper inside, groaning
unabashedly as his hips pumped up and his hand flew along his cock. "More,
The mattress tilted and Clark's eyes flew open, rolling back in his head
as his hand was brushed aside and his cock swallowed. Cool fingers pulled
his own slowly from his body and his cock was abandoned to slap wetly on
his stomach. The pillows propping him up disappeared and he fell back on
the bed a moment before long fingers dug into his hips and pulled.
Clark's ass slid further down on the bed, the sheet bunching under him as
he was moved.
Lex, here, real. Jesus, it was great. It was mean and perfect and
fucking brilliant. He must've been talking as he drove from the
office to the penthouse, as he walked through the building and Christ, as
he rode the elevator up. Clark shook his head in disbelief, reaching up to
wrap a hand roughly around the back of Lex's neck and pull him down for
the kiss his mouth still ached for.
His hands rubbed hard, squeezing and kneading Lex's flesh as his body
crushed Clark into the mattress and fingers combed through his hair,
pulling and claiming. He opened his eyes and saw Lex's cheek before he
felt the smooth skin touch his stubbled face. Lex's breath, warm and hard
on his ear, and even without the other contact, his body would have pulsed
electric from just that.
Lex stretched to the side, reaching for the tube on the nightstand, then
knelt up to slick himself. The sight and wet sounds of Lex's hand sliding
on his own cock were too much and Clark squeezed his eyes tight, willing
Lex to hurry.
When Lex's hips pushed his thighs apart, Clark pulled him down again.
Harsh, hot breath tingled against his ear as Lex whispered. "You need
more, Clark? I'll give it to you."
Clark pressed his face into Lex's shoulder, wrapping his arms around in a
tight hug as Lex pushed against him, then sank deep inside, opening him
with one long, slow push as their mouths met, fast and hard like they'd
been apart for months, not hours.
Lex's lips brushed his earlobe as he spoke, sending chills down Clark's
spine. "I'll give you anything."
Clark moaned softly and held still, held on tight and let Lex take him,
looking up to let Lex stare and stare into his eyes, almost afraid even to
blink. The stunning blue sparkled clear and bright, even in the dying
light of evening that filtered through the thin curtains.
Lex pushed up on his elbows, kneeling back just a little, separating them
everywhere but in their cores, and slowly, gently rocked in and out until
Clark couldn't stand the distance that the tease put between them and
pulled him back down on top of him. He bit as hard as he dared into the
flesh of Lex's shoulder, moaning a protest when Lex growled low and jerked
away from his mouth.
Quick hands slid under his legs and lifted them over Lex's shoulders,
holding them there in a tight grip as if Clark might consider fighting the
position. It was awkward; he felt so exposed like this, but he banished
his self-consciousness when Lex's eyes swept down his body, his tongue
licking out to wet lips that never stopped spilling the noises Clark loved
His legs slipped down and he wrapped one arm around Lex's neck, his feet
sliding on the sheet as he pushed himself up to meet each thrust, to kiss
and taste skin that never seemed smooth enough in his imagination. Lex
pressed down on him, their chests rubbing together as they moved, their
breath finding the cadence and matching it, matching each other's. They
fell into the mercifully steady rhythm, Lex's hand rubbing on his chest,
his shoulder, his arm, sliding from his ankle to his thigh, all the way up
the inside, open wide and palm pressing heavily on his chest as Lex arched
back, bracing himself up, eyes closed and mouth tight with concentration.
Eyes full of Lex, the room dissolving into a shadowed blur behind him,
Clark reached back over his head, stretching, his nails scraping against
the headboard, his fingertips denting against the edge of the wood. His
chest swelled with a deep breath that fed the physical sensations, made
him feel even fuller. Lex's eyes flew open and held Clark's as he licked
one palm, fingertips tracing down the indentation of his chest and
wrapping tightly around his cock.
The pressure on his throbbing erection was heaven. Sheathed and held,
Clark curled into it, shoulders lifting as he came, groaning his release
around Lex's name.
Pulled from the daze of orgasm by Lex's mouth on his, Clark reached down
and grabbed Lex's ass, lifting his own legs higher. He raged against the
raw-sensitive sparks on his cock and pulled Lex deeper with more strength
than he'd ever allowed himself during sex.
Lex thrived on urgency and abandon and Clark knew it, knew that he could
lick a streak up a bare neck, bite a pulsing vein just under Lex's jaw,
take an earlobe between his teeth and roll it there, breathe so gently
through his nose and send that shock, that jolt, straight to Lex's hips.
They pumped harder and Lex's voiced pleasure changed from low moans to
pained, desperate grunts as his fists balled the pillow under Clark's
The small, close heat of his breath against Lex's ear reflected back on
his lips as he whispered. "Fuck me."
Harder, deeper, with a new determination, a renewed fierceness that made
Clark feel like he was being devoured, taken, had. He lifted his
legs higher, his knees digging into Lex's sides on every down-stroke, his
hands wrapping on Lex's throat and face to turn his head so he could lick
his way up and suck on the bare, perfect skin of Lex's temple, eyelashes
fluttering against his cheek.
Lips swollen and heated, he tilted his chin down and breathed low, soft
moans into Lex's ear, "More, Lex. More," and polished off the words with a
slow stroke of flat tongue.
Lex's head dug in under his chin and Clark pushed it to the side, letting
it fall and tuck in tight against his shoulder. Teeth sank deep into his
flesh as Lex tensed and Clark picked up the rhythm for him, jerking his
hips up to take Lex deeper. His strength-conscious arms collected and
pulled Lex's trembling body against his own, a string of broken words
muffled against his shoulder as Lex came.
Clark held the tension in his arms until Lex's body finally stilled and
after a long moment, Lex's head turned, his nose pressing in just under
Clark's ear, his breath tickling hot against damp skin and hair.
Lex's mouth slid up and found his, taking a kiss, a little rough with the
residual passion, tongue licking fast and hard, lips slowing it and
letting it linger, deep and sleepy.
He closed his eyes when Lex pulled away, rubbing the backs of Clark's
thighs as he eased out and knelt up. Clark brought his legs together and
let them fall to the side as Lex moved to lie behind him, his hands still
moving, pulling the sheet up to wipe Clark's stomach before tossing it
back to the foot of the bed. Lex's fingertips brushed along his side and
tucked under his arm to wrap firmly, possessively on his chest.
Clark was slick everywhere, and he shook just a little at the sexy slide
of his thighs slipping apart when he turned to whisper over his shoulder.
"Did the elevator man hear you?"
Lex pulled him back closer against his chest, a tease in the rocking of
the bed and the low, sexy laugh. "I paid him not to."